Avenger Assembled

A gravelly voice spoke not six inches from Pompadour's ear. "Appreciate the concern." Avenger had contrived to get behind Pompadour in the confusion, the big-haired Lothario now between him and the sinkhole in the street nearby. "Glad you came through." Avenger and Pompadour were getting a lot of positive attention from the crowd...well, Pompadour was absorbing much of it. Between one thing and another, Avenger was hard to love. "Should do this for a living."

"It is tricky." Avenger admitted, his face implacable behind his mask but for a faint suggestion that he was laughing. Sobering, he continued speaking. "Representative of mine has spoken to Pitt and secured his cooperation." He drove one fist into another at that, letting the two other superheroes believe what they wanted about the nature of how he'd persuaded the other vampires to cooperate. "Must allow Pitt to think that you have been killed. Wesley will provide evidence. Money will be provided then for Imperator residents. Have faith you stealthy enough to visit friends even afterwards."

Hope all is well on Shaen's end of things! :(

I worry that I'm on the verge of something breaking in my life. Scarab's around less and less these days, and sometimes I think she's the only real human friend I've got. As for the vampire community...something's changing. Maybe it was when I helped Melinda deal with that beast-man attack earlier in the month; I'm starting to be concerned that she's noticing my abilities. If she realizes everything I'm learning, that I could probably take her in a fight and that I'm building up friends in the community; what will she do? Daywalkers with power die. People who challenge Melinda's authority, even indirectly, die. I certainly don't want to die! But wouldn't it be ironic, after all this, if it's not balancing the two worlds that kills me, but one? There's only so much anyone can take when it comes to inhumanity. Speaking of which, I've gotten word from friends that Claudia's on her way back into town after her trip to Europe. Should be fun.

Three unspent PP? Yay! I'd like to raise my Will save to +11, please. Been letting Scarab play around in your head, eh? Or are you trying to prevent that? Updated by Doc.

The hard part is bouncing between maintaining a respect for high camp and...Legiondickery.

If I can do anything to help out, just lemme know. :D

So, Hanover? Perhaps Dark Star comes over one afternoon to let Doctor Archeville analyze his powers...

But I was going to use an anime pic and everything... :twisted: Well, the character is a stranded time-traveler from the Freedom Legion, an homage to LOSH's Element Lad. He's my love letter to the High Silver Age, the way Avenger is my love letter to the late Bronze Age. (He talks like this! And wonders why everyone in the past mumbles so much!)

Just don't forget about all those new Claremont students sneakin' in, MBCE. ;)

Gimmie a Reflex Save, Pompadour.

Pompadour missed Donar again, but his attempted strike was enough to get the attention of the Lord of Thunder! Just as Donar wheeled on Pompadour, his hammer glowing with another energy discharge, suddenly Donar's head cocked. With a look of fury on his face, he pointed right at Pompadour and boomed, "When He comes, you and your friend will be the first to fall before my might!" With another sudden eruption of glowing energy, Donar vanished in a spectacular burst of light! This time, though, his departure was spectacular enough to completely unbalance the room! Huge chunks of masonry, then earth, began to fall as Da Bomb began completely collapsing. "RUN!" Avenger called to Pompadour, heading for the door himself. "HIT THE STAIRS!"

When Avenger spoke, it was with purring, roiling vehemence. "The man at the top of your penthouse may be walking around, Grimalkin, but he died years ago. He doesn't have many more days in him. Let him have what he has, and let your people choose whether or not they want to live under his rule."" He hesitated a moment. "And you're wrong about me." Avenger was flanking Grim and Wesley now, having gotten there with near-impossible speed and stealth. Crouching on the building rail, he stared at Wesley and Grimalkin, emotion roiling in his eyes. There was a long pause and then Avenger spoke dramatically, "I'm not from the North End. I'm from...the suburbs!"

Character X (ooh, there's a name) has Transform 10 (inanimate, Continous). He can transform a thousand pounds of any inanimate matter in any other inanimate matter. He's a big gun, not great at doing anything else, and can only do direct damage by using his Create Object AP and dropping solidified air on people's heads.

"Can ensure financial support for all Imperator residents sufficient to meet their needs. Will provide money for special assistance housing, for modifications of existing dwelling. Whatever they require. Requires only one small deception on your part. And the use of Wesley's powers." Avenger looked levelly at Grimalkin. "Have worked with me. Have socialized with Wesley. How much trust?"

"He said your mother and father died fighting Omega," replied Columbia, her eyes wide as she stared at her daughter. "I know they were real heroes, honey. I'm sorry, but I don't have any answers." Tears shone sharply in her eyes as she spoke, her voice suddenly cracking into a scream, her hands rising up to pull at her black bouffant hair. "I was a good mother too! I saved my children! Wanting to live with your babies isn't so bad, is it?! IS IT!?!"

The sight of Victoria Atom stopped the bizarrely warped version of Andrea Atom dead in her tracks, a look of dawning horror in her eyes. "Vicky? No, you..." She tensed her massive legs as if ready to leap right at "Victoria", then took a step back as if struck. "No. No, you're this Victoria Atom." Her voice was writ with horror deeper than the angst in her voice earlier. "Victoria" obviously meant far more to her than the monuments she'd been smashing. "I'm sorry, child, but I'm not your mother. Go home now, this is no place for you."

There was no sign of Avenger at first as Wesley and Grim landed on the roof of the Hunter Building, the rooftop seeming deserted even after the fifteen minute period he'd set out for them was up. Just when they were starting to think he'd ditched them, a familiar gravely voice echoed from the shadows and the hockey-masked avenger of the night stepped into view. "Glad you made it. Situation has developed. Have option for Imperator residents." "

Any issues with Continuous inanimate Transform as a character's main power?

How would you guys like to deal with an intruder from another dimension? A technological powerhouse able to challenge you both, striking right in the heart of Hanover? :mrgreen: We need to get all the Knights in on the Invasion.

"So many have said," Avenger taunted, showing a confidence he didn't necessarily feel at the sight of this awesome demigod. "And yet here we are. Don't even need the Freedom League to take you on. Knights'll beat you like the tinpot god you are." Avenger's fast movement and stealth were all that was saving him from Donar. A good thing, too, as Donar was showing remarkable aim with that incredible weapon of his!Still, he didn't quite hit Avenger, who was invisible even to Pompadour as he taunted and moved, keeping the shadows between himself and Donar. The room had survived the initial devastation done by Donar's attack, but his repeated lightning bolts were ripping through the foundation and making the steel beams inside the central concrete core groan and strain. A little more punishment like this and the whole room would come collapsing down on all of them. But not on the civilians; between the two of them, Avenger and Pompadour had gotten them all out!

Donar's hammer is in his hand; it returned to him as a free action.

We need you fine gentleman for a Knights thread, oh yes.

"Bring our friend to the roof of the Hunter Building. It's the red and green condo to your immediate right." Jack opted not to mention how exactly he knew where Wesley and Grim were right then. It seemed...declasse. "Will meet you there in fifteen minutes. Hope you have established an atmosphere of trust. Not a strength of mine."

Aw, what the heck. You recognize Columbia from a recent documentary on superhero history. That's not Lady Liberty in that costume (which, anyway, isn't an exact copy), that's Andrea Atom!